I really had a lot of fun writing this poem. hehe |
‘Tis the season for lover's quarrels and treasons. Everything happens for a reason, And although the Lord from high above may shed his love He never reveals the way. So on that cue I bid ado To this linger some cloud of gray. I'll walk the talk and talk the walk. You'll never see me cry. My heart beats free, with a new found glee, And my spirit awaits to fly. And fly I may. Sing? I might! The hold you had was too damn tight. Fool me once you'll live in fright. Break my heart I say goodnight. I used to live by his rules you see. What I should do and where I should be. I'd cry, I'd beg, I'd scream, I'd plea, To a deaf soul at a freezing degree. Too bad for this man for the rules have changed. I'm no longer part of his tumultuous games. I've taken control. I now hold the reins. You can go cry, and I'll laugh at your pain. I don't mean to sound callous, I just feel so fabulous. My mind is keen while your words are groundless. Is your face red? No need to get captious. I know how it feels to be wrought in sadness, Yet how I feel now is of a different season. I beg all my ladies and real women to listen. A true man will never keep you imprisoned. Your spirit will wander and your eyes will glisten. I say this boldly and with all my convictions, Everything truly happens for a reason. |